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As the words left Blaze’s mouth, Vendetta’s sobs stopped, ended by a gasp. His widened green eyes dared to move towards Blaze, to see him wearing a blank face, staring trough him. He quickly took his hand away from his mouth, then tried to pull a confused face, which was hard to keep up between the tears.
“What… What are you talking about?” he asked, but his voice came out shaky, not the way he wanted to.
Blaze reached his hand up to Vendetta’s mouth, covering it, and sure enough he saw Vendetta’s figure once again.
“Vendetta…” he said again with a monotonous voice. “This is just … ironic…” he thought out loud, the situation having been truly twisted up. He, the hero of the town, managed to get himself a kiss from Vendetta, the villain of the town. That wasn’t something he ever expected.
Vendetta felt his eyes tear up , and as he blinked he once again started sobbing quietly. Before, he was crying after thinking about his lonely past. Now, he was crying knowing his future would be no different. His brother was away, the citizens hated him, Blaze hated him, Blake didn’t seem too pleased to know who Victor really was…. He was once again alone. But he had to be thankful, he got about two minutes of pure happiness once in his life, so he was just going to cherish them and move on.
As Vendetta felt the warm hand leave the bottom half of his face, he didn’t even have to turn around to know he was leaving. His steps were loud and clear in the silence and with each one going further down the road he would flinch, knowing there was nothing he could do about it.
Sniffling, he went towards the bus station bench and slumped down on it, letting his sobs free.
But…
…He promised himself, it would be the last time he was going to cry.
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The next day, Vendetta woke up with a big grin on his face. Yes, a grin.
After crying all of his problems away, he took a look at everything from a different point of view.
He was a villain. A super villain. With super powers. He, unlike normal people, could live his life just the way he wanted. So why was he supposed to do otherwise?
He made up a plan : To not make plans anymore. He was just going to live his life however the hell he wanted, ignoring the unnecessary drama. He still had the sack of money which he stole weeks ago, and he was going to take advantage of that.
Standing up he yawned while stretching, then patted his hair, dressed up and went for the gallery, with money in his pocket. Him crying about his loneliness would do no help, so he was just going to accept it.
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Blaze stared up at the gallery which was closed, the program having ended. He intended on catching Vendetta before he’d leave, but seeing he was nowhere around he decided he was going to try again the next day. He didn’t want to keep Vendetta in the dark about their situation, and was planning on telling him that the Blake he knew was Blaze all along, dreading the moment when he’ll find out. It was going to be awkward.
He sighed, and just as he was about to walk away, he hard laughter coming from the alley behind the gallery. It surprisingly sounded like Vendetta’s voice.
He entered the alley and walked deeper into it, reaching a corner. Looking around it, he saw no one other than Vendetta. Well, whatever was left of the Vendetta he knew.
He was one the ground, his back lying on the wall behind him, legs sprawled and what looked like a joint was hanging between two of his slender, pale fingers. Smoke was leaving his mouth in graceful shapes, filling the air with a sweet toxic smell.
Blaze’s suspicions were confirmed as Vendetta’s head turned towards him, eyes meeting. His once green eyes were now almost entirely black, his pupils having been dilated to the highest point, and his once white sclera was now red.
He was high.
From all the ways Blaze expected the villain to react after what happened the night before, this was probably the last thing he’d think of.
“Blake?” Vendetta said unsure, forcing his eyes to focus on the figure in front of him, which was a hard task seeing as his pupils were affected by the drug. Then he started laughing all of a sudden. After a few seconds of processing what was going on, Blaze tried to find his words.
“Vendetta…you…uh….”
“Blake, chill…” the villain said, patting the spot on the ground next to him. Blaze hesitantly obeyed and slowly approached him, then sat on the ground facing him.
Vendetta sat up and closed the space between them, crawling to Blaze and sitting on his lap then made himself comfortable by placing his head on the hero’s chest. Blaze was surprised by the villain’s actions but nevertheless placed his arm around Vendetta’s shoulders, then resumed lying on the wall. All the smoke around them seemed to get into Blaze’s organism quickly, and he slowly felt less and less nervous around the man lying on his chest.
“Want some? ” Vendetta asked after a few seconds of comfortable silence.
“N..no, thanks.. I actually came here to … tell you …uh… something…” he trailed off unsure. He knew he’d have to tell him eventually, but at the moment it was a bad idea. In his high state Vendetta would over react, his heart would beat faster and that was all it took for a drugged person to get a heart attack.
“Oh shush it with the talks… So much drama and shit. I mean like… Hey,you just kissed me, and this is crazy, but I’m a villain, ignore that maybe? ” he recited then once again started laughing. Blaze chuckled himself, and felt the smoke around him get to his head.
“Hey…” continued Vendetta. ” Do you know how to…like…share smoke? ” he asked, to which Blaze shook his head slowly.
He looked up to Blaze, reached a hand around the taller man’s head to title it down, took a long drag of the joint, then faced him.
He brought their mouths closer and closer until their lips gingerly touched, both pairs slightly parted. He let the smoke escape his mouth slowly, and at the same time Blaze deeply inhaled trough his mouth. He felt the smoke go trough his throat all the way to his lungs letting a sweet taste and feeling behind, before exhaling, his lips still connected to Vendetta’s.
His eyelids felt heavier, the corners of his mouth went up, and his head felt empty. He instantly forgot the purpose of his visit, who the man in his lap was, who he was, he was just living the present. The past was blurry, far deep down in his head and the future was none of his concerns.
“That’s how you share smoke…” the villain said calmly, then placed his head back on the hero’s chest, a grin plastered on his face.
Blaze sighed and placed both his arms around Vendetta, embracing him in a warm, strong hug. Then, he took the joint out of the other man’s hand and brought it to his lips, taking a long drag. After letting the smoke out, he started laughing, to which Vendetta soon joined.
They both felt happy.
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As the effect of the drug faded, Blaze’s already opened eyes widened as if he just woke up from a dream. It all seemed to have happened so quickly when, in fact, 3 hours have passed. It was dark, the alley having had no source of light and with the darkness came the coldness, which didn’t seem to affect Blaze. But as he felt someone shaking bad on his lap, he impulsively tightened the hug, knowing his warmness would protect them. It was his hero instinct which led him to do so.
“Blake?” he heard a voice ask hoarsely. Looking down, he immediately recognized Vendetta in his Victor look, then remembering everything that happened he groaned and lied his head back on the wall.
He went to the gallery to talk to Vendetta, and ended up getting high with him. That did not go as planned.
“Well…that happened…” he sighed.
Sitting up, Vendetta put distance between him and Blaze, hugging himself to keep warm.
“Ah fuck… You sure found the perfect time to visit me.” he said, rolling his eyes. “How in the world did you end up high anyway?”
“Well it wasn’t on my To Do list, but nothing seems to go as planned lately.” Blaze answered tired. “Vendetta, what the hell ?”
“What.”
“What? Oh, I don’t know, maybe what the hell is going on with you? I mean, drugs? For real? Is that how you deal with things?”
Standing up, Vendetta patted the dust of his clothes, and with a grin on his face he faced Blaze, who still sat on the ground.
“I have nothing to “deal” with. If I feel like getting high, you better believe I’m getting high. “
“This is so unlike you…”
“Hah ! Who are you to say that? You don’t know shit about me! ” Vendetta snapped, laughing bitterly.
“I do know shit about you…”
“Oh, right, because two hang outs gave you my entire biography, didn’t they? ” Vendetta calmly replied, cocking his head to the side to accentuate the irony.
Blaze looked away and clenched his jaw to keep himself from telling him just how much he knew about him. Fighting with someone since the age of 9 gets you to know a fair amount of stuff about the enemy. But he didn’t want Vendetta to know he was Blaze yet. It was not the right time. He wasn’t sure when the right time was, but he’d tell him eventually.
“Didn’t think so. Anyway. Why did you come here in the first place, may I ask? ” the villain continued.
“Forget it. ” He replied, standing up. “You’ll get to know eventually.”
“Oh come on. You came here for a reason, get it done with. It’s as easy as that. Why do you have to make everything seem so complicated? Go ahead already! ”
“Vendetta… I know Victor was just a thing to cover you up, but… It was still a side of you… Where is it now?” Blaze asked, confused at the sudden attitude change. This was the villain he knew too well, but he couldn’t help but think Victor was still there, somewhere.
“Oh, wow, now Victor is a thing, isn’t it? It’s either Vendetta or Victor. I’m bipolar, is that what you’re trying to say? Look, depending on the mood, people tend to act different, you know? And while we were all friendly towards each other I just happened to be in a good mood. But that changed, didn’t it?” he replied angrily, his voice getting more and more bitter as he talked. Taking a few steps closer to Blaze, he continued. “Now that you know I’m the enemy of that Blaze you idolize so much, it all changed.” he ended, remembering the first conversation they ever had at the gallery, when ‘Blake’ bought the drawing of the hero.
Blaze shook his head, then, after finding the right words, he talked.
“Actually.. That’s why I came here… I thought about it and… I was going to tell you I’m fine with you being Vendetta and all that…” he said, covering up the actual reason and trying to get a bond between him and the villain before telling him about his true self.
The said villain’s angry face took a twist, changing into a rather confused one. Straightening up from his threatening position, he looked at Blaze taking in his words.
“Huh… Fine by me… But, if you dare tell someone about my identity, I will waste no time in shoving a steel card down your throat.” he said scowling.
Blaze smiled, and much to his surprise, he was glad he managed to get to be friends with the villain. Watching the man in front of him shiver with a frown on his face, looking everywhere but towards him, he didn’t fight the urge to hug him. He just closed the space between them and hugged him as strong as he managed, sighing happily when arms were wrapped around his upper back.
“I need a coffee.” Vendetta muttered.
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